This is a poem from a book I read, and I think that everyone should know this poem, becasue so many can relate to it.
Some people
never find the right kind of love
you know, the kind that steals
your breath away, like diving into snow melt.
The kind that jolts your heart,
sets it beating apace, an anxious
hiccuping of hummingbird wings.
The kind that makes evey terrible
minut apart feel like hours. Days.
Some peopls Flit from one posiblity
to the next, never experiencing the incredible
connection of two people, rocked by destiny.
Never knowing what it means to love
somone else more than themselves.
More than life itself, or the promise
of somthing better, beyond this world.
More, even (forgive me!) than God.
Lucky me. I found the right kind
of love. With the wrong person.
-From Tricks By Ellen Hopkins